34. A Beautiful Mess
-Dario-
We are sitting in the intensive care unit waiting room of Bloodstone Manor University Hospital, surrounded by club members from different chapters. I don’t like the constant eyes on us. It makes me feel out of place, which I am more so than my brothers, all things considered. I’m still stunned by what I walked in on in Jade’s bedroom. That was the furthest from my mind. No judgment or anything. Spade and I have shared in the past, but nothing like what we have done with Jade or even what they were about to do, so forgive me for my lack of enthusiasm. Or maybe it’s jealousy? I’m still very much out of the loop and it’s starting to really grind my gears. The nurses came out once to let John and Jade know Ryker was in surgery. The bullet hit a vital artery, he’s lost a lot of blood, and they are working on getting him stable. Jade’s been pacing the room ever since. From what we have heard through the whispers, he was out on a run, and they were ambushed by masked men with AK-47’s in an all blacked out SUV. He’s lucky to be alive right now. They shot him 5 times and took Ryder. Slash was the only one who survived. There were two others with them on the run, and the authorities pronounced them both dead at the scene.
Everyone keeps asking Jade if she’s ok, but every time someone gets too close to Jade or touches her, Jameson growls. I swear he’s memorizing every place and every person who has laid a finger on her and is compiling a kill list. The look in his eyes is murderous. Jade comes over and sits on his lap. I can’t help but watch their exchange. He whispers in her ear, and she rolls her eyes at him. His grip on her thigh tightens, and she places a kiss on his cheek. She tries to get up, but he doesn’t let her until she kisses his lips. Spade rubs circles on her back, and she places a hand on his thigh. Why did I fuck everything up? I should be a part of them, not sitting on the outside looking in. I think that hurts the most. Clearing my throat.
“Any news?” I ask. Her gorgeous fucking eyes meet mine and all I see is pain and resentment. She shakes her head no and walks over to her father. I look over at my brothers.
“I’m going to head out. Keep me updated, please.” I sigh. They both look at me with narrowed eyes.?I know what they’re thinking.
“Don’t, I’ll just go. I have no place here anymore. Just keep me updated and keep her safe.” I turn, walk away and exit the doors. I can’t just sit there and watch them be happy and loving with one another. As I get to my car, the hair on the back of my neck stands up as if eyes are on me. I turn, scanning the area once, twice, but I see nothing out of place. Unlocking the door, I get in and start her up and leave the hospital parking lot.
It takes a bit longer to get back to the Academy. I take my time and clear my head because when I get back to my room, I have to deal with my future hellhole. It’s sad that I don’t want to be here. Despite all the things that have transpired with Jade, that’s where I want to truly be, with her, with them. Not fucking here at the Academy with some cunt warming my bed waiting for me. I trudge up the stairs and through the doors to the elevators. Punching the button, the doors open, and I step in, hitting my floor. Why the fuck did I sign the fucking contract? Fucking why?
The elevator dings at my arrival and the doors open. Stepping out the hallway is silent, there’s not a soul in sight. I place my thumb on the scanner and open the door. I see the bane of my existence sitting up in my bed, wearing a deep green silk nightgown, cut low in the front. Night after night she dresses up in lingerie, trying to entice me to sleep with her. Not going to fucking happen for as long as I can help it.?
“Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been waiting for you. I’m ovulating.” She states. I can’t help but laugh.
“I don’t understand what is so funny. If you rescind the contract, you know what the consequences are,” she reminds me, like she does any chance she gets.
“I have a year to get you pregnant and I’m not starting now, so fuck off.” I say, taking out sweatpants from my drawer.
“I’m getting really sick and tired of you disrespecting me.” She says, throwing a pen at the back of my head.
“Yea? And I don’t give a fuck. You are lucky I don’t choke the life out of you and send you home to your daddy in pieces.” I unbutton my jeans and slide them down my legs, removing them, along with my boxers, and putting on gray sweats.
“Ya know, lover, you have such a hot ass. Why won’t you just let me have my way with you? Eventually, you will be mine to do with as I please.” She smirks.
“I can only pray for death before I ever let you near my dick.” I smile. She huffs and continues looking through some wedding magazines. I climb into bed next to her, giving her my back.
“Don’t forget, after Christmas we have that charity event at Enthralled.” She elbows me.
“Yes, I am well aware. Now shut the fuck up and go to bed.” I snap. I close my eyes and dream of a whole different life with a woman who haunts my dreams.
A warm mouth wraps around my length, sucking me in long, slow movements. I wrap my hands around her long black hair, taking control of her movements and forcing her down my cock. She chokes and sputters. “That’s right, Kitten. Choke on Daddy’s cock.” Her movements become sloppy. She licks and sucks gently. What the fuck? ?I wake up to Marsela between my legs, sloppily sucking my cock. What. in. the. actual. fuck??
“You like that, Daddy?” she purrs. Nope, not happening. I wrap my hand in her hair and force her down. She claws at my thighs, but I don’t care. Fuck her. She wants to suck on my cock so bad, she can choke on the whole damn thing.
“You like that, Marsela? My cock down your throat, taking all your air? I’ll fucking kill you, just like this!” I thrust harder down her throat, and she struggles to get off me.
“If you ever think about touching me,” I slam her head down even harder, “Or taking what doesn’t fucking belong to you, I will fucking kill you.” I pull her head off my cock and spit in her face, tossing her off the bed. She screams, which comes out muffled. I know my bars ripped her throat to shreds with how rough I was, but I do not give a flying fuck. I should have just killed her on my dick and called it good.
“How fucking dare you.” She spits, gasping for air.
“Get the fuck away from me before I finish the job, Marsela. This is your only fucking warning.” I say through gritted teeth. She gets up and stomps away to the bathroom. I need to get the fuck out of here. I grab some clothes and leave. Might as well go for a drive.
***
The week goes by quickly. It wasn’t until the next night that Spade texted me, letting me know Ryker was stable and in a medical induced coma for the week, to make sure he stays stabilized and can heal without movement. Still no word on Ryder, and that’s not good. Apparently, Kayla and Slim have been using their resources to find him but it’s like he’s a ghost.
It’s Friday morning and I’m in the gym working out my frustrations. Between Marsela, the contract, and everything else, I’m stressed to the max, so I decided to set up a fight for tonight. I didn’t want to bother Jade for one, and with everything going on, I’m just keeping my distance.
I’m going through my routine on the punching bag when the door swings open and a very pissed off Jade waltzes in. She drops her gym bag and goes to wrap her hands, not even noticing that I’m standing here like a fucking creep behind the bag. Get it together, Dario. I take out my phone and hit play. ‘In the end’ by Linkin Park blasts through the speakers as I continue my routine, acting like she’s not sucking the soul out of me by being in the same room as her. My fists plow into the bag harder and harder, my swings getting wilder by the minute. Glancing over at her, she’s standing not even three feet from me with her hand on her hip and a brow raised. I stop my onslaught and catch the bag before it knocks me over, matching her energy with a raised brow. She screams and comes at me full force. Her first punch hits me in the chest, but the next I block. She comes at me with a combo, and I block it.
“If you wanted to spar, all you had to do was ask Fal,” I smirk. She hits me again, but it doesn’t land. I kick her legs out, and she loses her footing and falls onto the mats. I put my hand out to help her up, and she smacks it away.
“Why Dario, fucking why?” She yells over the music. I turn to pick up my phone, pressing pause.
“Why what?” I say, walking closer to her.
“Why would you sign a fucking contract and marry yourself off?” She hits me again, and I let her.
“Why? Why would you try to kill us? I fucking loved you Fallon, I would fucking do anything for you, and you left me for dead. What the fuck did you expect me to do?” I say, hitting her in the gut at half pace causing her to stumble back.
“You killed my mother! What the fuck did you think I was going to do? You know me better than that, you fucking prick.” She screams, running at me and laying jab after jab at my chest. I’ve had enough. I grab her and slam her into the fucking mat, taking her breath away from the impact.
“Fallon, they forced me to kill your mother on the same day they made us kill our own mothers. But of course, you fucking ran like a little bitch, instead of just asking the questions you’re asking now.” I yell in her face.
“Wh–at?” she stammers.
“Exactly. If you get your fucking head out of your ass for one second and think, we were just thirteen years old. The Aces groomed us to be lethal, unstoppable killers and our first mission was to kill our own mothers along with yours. Except we thought she was someone else. They never told us who she really was until recently.” I take a deep breath and she slaps me across the face.
“Cut it the fuck out, Fallon. Just fucking stop, you crazy bitch!” I yell, slamming her arms above her head.
“I am not crazy, Dario! Get off me.” She yells.
“No, fuck you Fal. If you would have just listened, I wouldn’t have had to sell my soul to the fucking devil. I wouldn’t have to marry this cunt, nor would I have to impregnate her.” Her eyes widen.
“This isn’t just on me Dario; this is on all of you too. Maybe if you three were honest to begin with, we wouldn’t be in this fucking shit show of a situation. I cannot continue to watch you with her. I just fucking can’t!” She yells, taking a shuddering breath.?I wipe the hair away that’s sticking to her sweaty face.
“You think I enjoy seeing you with my brothers while I watch from the sidelines? I’m the outsider wishing it was me holding you, hugging you, just being with you, Kitten. I fucking miss you.” Letting go of her hands, I cup her face.
“You can’t call me that anymore. You can’t tell me you miss me when you are balls deep in that bitch, every night.”
“If I could go back and change everything, I fucking would.” I whisper.
“Stop, just fucking stop. It’s all a lie. You don’t love me, miss me, nothing. You just hate your life with the choices you made,” she states with such conviction. Fuck this. I slam her down again and unzip her sports bra and revel in the way her tits spill out.
“Fucking stop. You don’t get to have your cake and eat it too!” She yells.
“Fucking watch me,” I growl, grabbing both tits and shoving my face between them. She pounds her fists into the sides of my head. I don’t relent as I bite both of her nipples one at a time as she continues to hit me. I lick my way up to her neck and suck just below her ear. She grinds her pussy onto me. She tries to push me off her, but I cover her face with my hand and hold her head down while I rip her leggings from her body.
“Dario, get off of me,” she struggles beneath my grip. I free my hard cock from my shorts. Squeezing the tip and rubbing it through her lips. I slap my dick against her clit, and she shivers.
“You want this, just as bad as I do! I bet your cunt is dripping for me,” I groan as I slide between her lips with ease.
“See, Kitten. This pussy is mine! MINE.” I growl, slamming into her, and she moans.
“Fuck you, I’m not yours anymore.” She says, meeting my thrusts and tightening around me. She claws down my chest as I slam into her brutally.
“That’s where you’re wrong. You have always been mine and you still are.” I say, pinching her nipple, causing her back to arch off the mats.
“You have a wife, and I’m no one’s mistress. Asshole.” She punches my chest.
“It will always be you Jade, get that through your thick skull,” I say, slamming into her harder.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby. Cum for Daddy.” I flick her clit repeatedly. Her cunt tightens around me, already rippling.
“That’s it, Kitten. Give it to me.” I groan, loving the way she feels.
“No, I can’t, we can’t do this.” Tears leak from her eyes, and I slow my pace. Milking her walls as I roll my hips, and she purrs like the little kitten she is. I cup her cheek and run my lips along her jaw.
“I miss you so fucking much, Jade. I’m so sorry.” I whisper along her lips.
“Then come back to me, please Rio.” She tightens along my length causing me to groan.
“I can’t, baby,” I whisper. Slowing down even more, I pull her bottom lip into my mouth and flick it with my tongue. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and I slam into her, watching her luscious tits bounce.
“You can’t, or you won’t?” She says through gritted teeth, pulling my hair and bringing my lips to her. She kisses me softly, then pulls me away, looking into my eyes.
“Choose Rio. It’s me or her! There’s no fucking in between!” She snaps as I slam into her harder, picking up my pace. I roll my hips and flick her clit, and she ripples around me.
“Fucking choose!” she commands, and I wrap my hand around her throat, kissing her for what feels like the last fucking time. I slam into her repeatedly and squeeze her throat tighter and tighter until I feel the familiar tingle creep up my spine. I pull out and groan her name as I paint her pretty pussy with my cum. Taking a deep breath, I look up at her and tears stream down her face. I cup her cheek, but she slaps my hand away.
“It’s her, isn’t it?” She says and I look down. She pounds her fists on my chest and screams.
“Just fucking say it! Be a man and fucking say it!” She growls. I look into her gorgeous eyes knowing I’m about to shatter us both.
“I’m sorry Jade.” I can’t even look at her because I’m a fucking coward and before I know it, she punches me in the face so hard my head whips to the side on impact, and I fall on my ass. Hurriedly, she gets to her feet and kicks me in the ribs causing me to fall onto my back. I try to get up, but she steps on my chest and looks me dead in the eyes.
“The next time you fucking come near me, or touch me, I will fucking kill you!” She spits in my face and walks away. I close my eyes because I can’t watch her leave. The girl I love is right before me, and this time I broke her heart, along with mine, over a fucking contract. I’m disgusted with myself and deserve her hatred.?
FUCK.